When you are younger you simply don’t realise the effect some actions will have on the rest of your life.
As a young girl, I was obsessed with ballet, dutifully my parents enrolled me in classes and did everything they could to nurture and provide for my obsession.
Looking back now, I realise that I never had any talent and had as much chance of becoming a ballet dancer as I did an astronaut. What I did do, with the endless hours of practicing was overdevelop my already genetically disposed calf muscles.
Far too much ballet
Huge they are, over-ripped huge. My tiny, size 3 feet, do not help the issue. My shorter than average legs only compound the issue.
Knee high boots are infinitely an issue and as each Fall season comes upon us I look longingly upon those who can wear beautiful riding boots with an unmistakable pang of pure killer jealousy.
As with most things in life my overdeveloped calves have a nemesis – the mid calf boot.
A fashion piece that is supposed to be worn loose and relaxed (in a rock chic way) placed on my gigantour calves look like two strained leather tree trunks. Unlike a wonky nose or undeveloped lady chest, to my knowledge, there is no current cure or plastic surgery option for my problem. A trip to Harley Street will not help. I will just have to continue to live in jealously throughout Fall and longingly wait for summer, and the return of the sandal.
I was quite content with myself yesterday, my second post was up and the small few that would read my blog would hopefully find it quite humourous. I went about my business hence after safe in the knowledge that the Panda had been put to bed. Imagine my disbelief then when I found myself face-to-face with another. While innocently mooching around the shops over the weekend I encountered PANDA No2!
At first I thought that from afar it must be either my imagination or the same lady. As the panda drew closer with every step I realised this was not the case. Our beloved bamboo eating bear had a new owner, in fact it wasn’t the same panda at all-they were breeding! After my disbelief had faded I headed straight home to research and yes it seems that Panda’s, Bears and in fact all manner of beloved animals are avilable as head gear.
Cute and quirky as they may be surely this fashion item should be restricted to the under 9s or at the very least for on-the-slopes?
Surely such a piece of clothing cannot be worn with serious intent as surely no-one would take you seriously if you were wearing one?
To prove my point – exhibit A – the beautiful SHAKIRA – sheep on head and a mischievous don’t take me seriously grin on face. Let me know blog world – is this a mini-trend destined to take over?